What better way to spend a cold Saturday afternoon than finding Sex Beet crammed into the Knitwear aisle of your local vintage shop, lashing through a set of surf-punk treasures?
Evidently not the band’s typical scene, lacking the rebellious rowdiness of a punk rock gig. Perhaps due to the lack of punters (most of which had blatantly just popped along in their lunch break to buy an ugly Christmas jumper) or maybe due to the lack of booze on the premises, but then again, what do you expect for nothing?
Going on to thrash out a short but sweet performance, opening with first official release; “Alone,” also incorporating fan-favourite – “She Don’t Surf” and “Sugar Water,” an injection of guitar fuzz and 1980’s videogame synthesizers dripping in sleaze.
Not taking themselves or the gig too seriously, blaming what most see as shoddiness on the lack of a bassist, and frequently conferring which songs they actually know how to play.
An impressive show from Sex Beet, hopefully they’ll have a debut album under their belts next time, if they ever get the cash to record it that is.
Jonathan Hatchman.
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